We're all the same kind here.

Niver fear for the woman, she's the worst o' the lot.

Tell us, dear man.

Be the light that shines! it's mesilf that's thirsty to hear." The Russian gazed at the shining eyes of the little Irishman as if he had gone mad.

Then, as if the light had broken upon him, he cried, "Aha, you are of Ireland.